Friday, May 06, 2011
I made it through winter with bouts of SAD and cabin fever. Now spring is here and I'm realizing how much work it takes to keep up a house. My house is a small ranch - a perfect size for me and my DP (dear partner), and the mortgage is paid off.
DP is 76, overweight and suffers from every problem in the book. His stamina is gone, so he can't help me at all. I've got fibromyalgia and should be pacing myself. But I can't - there's too much to do. I love our house, our gorgeous back yard, our perennial gardens, etc. It brings us such joy to sit outside and look at it all. I really wouldn't want to move anywhere else. Besides we have an adorable Border Collie who wouldn't be welcome anywhere else.
But for the past month, I've been raking leaves, pulling creeping Charlie, fertilizing, planting strawberries and mowing the grass. This is on top of walking my dog everyday. Thank goodness we go out to breakfast every morning and that keeps us pretty full so the cooking has stopped.
I just am at a loss of what to do. I live on a fixed income so there's only so much help I can pay for. I do have someone come in and clean my house every other week. And I just found a college student to mow our lawn.
Guess I'm going to keep on doing what's necessary to keep our house looking nice. Once the spring chores are done, I'll be able to relax. And enjoy my labors of love. I just have to keep that future date in mind while I lie on the couch, exhausted.